F**K EVERYONE Lyrics by Lola Young
I’ve been going 180, wind in my hair
I’ve been kissing on the ladies up on the stairs
I’ve been fucking on your baby and I don’t mind
She bent me over in the garden, mud on my knees
Half the people in the party posted Stories
And I got famous from it, baby, and I don’t mind
I just wanna fuck guys who don’t like me and don’t mind
I just wanna fuck girls who don’t love me, they don’t mind
I just wanna fuck guys who don’t like me, they don’t mind
Saying goodbye
Saying goodbye
I’ve been smoking on your father, giving him head
He’s been blowing up my phone, but I blow him instead
I’ve been fucking on your father and I don’t cry
I’ve been right down in the gutter, blood on my knees
And I don’t have a lover, and I don’t need one
I’ve been fucking like no other and I don’t cry
And I just wanna fuck guys who don’t like me and don’t mind
I just wanna fuck girls who don’t love me, they don’t mind
I just wanna fuck guys who don’t like me, they don’t mind
Saying goodbye
They don’t mind saying goodbye
Saying goodbye
I just wanna
I just wanna
Fuck guys
Fuck girls
Fuck guys
Fuck girls
And I just wanna
- how long will it take to walk a mile? (interlude): A raw, stream-of-consciousness gratitude list that feels like a desperate, whispered anchor against the chaos, finding solace in the mundane to keep from drowning.
- F**K EVERYONE: A nihilistic, hedonistic rampage through empty encounters, weaponizing sexuality as both a shield and a bomb in a defiant, self-destructive rejection of emotional intimacy.
- One Thing: A masterclass in carnal confidence, where desire is distilled into a singular, commanding focus that prioritizes raw physical connection over emotional entanglement.
- d£aler: A hauntingly intimate confession of addiction and escape, where the deepest goodbye is reserved not for a lover, but for the dealer who numbed the pain of letting go.
- SPIDERS: A claustrophobic ballad of codependency that equates identity with possession, where love is a parasitic exchange and intimacy feels like being consumed alive.
- Penny Out Of Nothing: A portrait of performative resilience built on lies, where the narrator conjures miracles from thin air to mask a profound internal collapse she refuses to acknowledge.
- Walk All Over You: A blistering reclaiming of power from a condescending partner, transforming accumulated resentment into a triumphant, stomping anthem of self-respect and finality.
- Post Sex Clarity: A tender, bewildered admission that post-coital clarity doesn't bring detachment, but instead reveals a stubborn, inexplicable love that defies all previous patterns.
- SAD SOB STORY! 🙂: A cathartic, sneering dismissal of a toxic ex, swapping bitterness for liberated indifference and reclaiming narrative control by refusing to engage with their "sad sob story."
- CAN WE IGNORE IT? 🙁: A desperate plea for a temporary reprieve from the suffocating weight of mental illness, seeking numbness over solutions and love that enables escape rather than healing.
- why do i feel better when i hurt you?: A chilling self-interrogation into the toxic thrill of emotional sabotage, where love manifests as a cycle of verbal violence and intimacy feels like a battlefield.
- Not Like That Anymore: A raw, progress-not-perfection anthem of recovery, finding grim triumph in small victories like declining a call, even if the broader landscape remains bleak.
- who f**king cares?: A devastatingly honest snapshot of depressive stagnation, where the hope to someday feel happy is overshadowed by the crushing weight of present apathy.
- ur an absolute c word (interlude): A fragmented, emotionally volatile outro that cycles through vulnerability, betrayal, and performative rage, ending the album on a note of beautifully unresolved chaos.